Page 23 of The App Trap
“Just liked we talked about, right?” he whispered. “What do you want your safe word to be?”
Safeword? Now, I’d heard about these through other people I’d been chatting to. I thought it would be easy to come up with a catchy one, but at the moment, there was too much going on in my head to think of one, so I went with the first thing I saw in the room.
“Peroni?”
Luke smiled and without saying another word, he disappeared out of the room to get changed, presumably into something rubber that I saw him snatch out of the suitcase. Oh, I didn’t miss a trick, me.
He disappeared for what was beginning to seem like an unreasonable amount of time. Time ticked on as I lay there alone, thoughts of serial killers dominating my thoughts. It was unsettling to say the least––especially whilst he had me tied to a medieval looking bed with what looked like thirty metres of rope to the untrained eye.
I cursed at how trusting I had somehow become of these cyber strangers. It was amazing how the hope of a bitof debauchery could warrant such flippant faith in someone. This was a human being that I’ve just met and I’ve let him render me utterly helpless. What on earth was I thinking of? Oh yeah, sex.
He returned wearing a rather fetching rubber vest and shorts, accompanied by ankle boots, which clacked on the wooden floor as he walked towards me. The clacking was sadly devout of any rhythm, sounding like a novice castanet player warming up for their first gig. He then sat on the edge of the bed and said:
“Now somebody’s been a very naughty boy, haven’t they?”
That old classic. I presumed that my rapidly erecting cock was adding to my naughtiness, fuelling the impending scenario, but I didn’t care.
He sighed through his nose and walked over to the far wall, where there was an array of assorted spanking implements hanging from a bespoke rail. He sexily ran his hand across them then turned and waggled his eyebrows at me. This place was loaded with gear and exactly how I would have imagined Ben’s bedroom to be like.
Still in silence, save for the echoing footsteps, he went over to a cabinet that contained yet more sex toys and pulled out a really fun-looking silver vibrating butt plug.
“Oh, hello,” I chirped.
Luke loosened the ropes around my wrists a tad, then untied my legs and threw the ropes over the upper bedframe, hoisting my legs so that they were raised above my head. He pulled a loose drawer out from under the bed, grabbed a lube dispenser and moistened the butt-plug so it looked like an oily porpoise. Now, of course, I’ve always been dolphin friendly…
“I think you know what’s next,” he said.
I nodded excitedly as a black latex medical glove snapped on to his hand, the sound making the tip of my cock weep and throb excitedly.
I watched expectantly as he started to lube the fingers of the glove, when suddenly, there was a door slam.
“Hey!” shouted a voice through the door.
Annoying doesn’t even come close.
“Uh-oh, my flat-mate’s back. He’s obviously had a shit date as well,” said Luke.
I paused.
“Hang on. What do you mean ‘as well’?”
In all honesty, he had a point.
Luke froze.
“Actually, he might fancy joining us. I’ll go and get him, shall I? It’d be a shame to waste that magnificent beast,” he said, giving me a gentle stroke, and a hungry lick of the lips.
I nodded enthusiastically. Suddenly, I was on for my first ever threesome. This was to be the Halley’s Comet of my sex life.
Luke seemed pretty confident that his flatmate would join in, and when he left the room, I flailed my arms excitedly. Well, as much as I could, tied to a gothic bedframe.
The door opened and Luke came back into the room smiling, followed by his flatmate, whose face burst into laughter when he made eye-contact with me.
“Gotcha!”
My expression turned wide-eyed. BEN?
Oh dear.
